Morning sunlight pierced the mountain forest and shone on the creek, its ripples glittering.
Gu An was still seated on that boulder. A year had passed since he left the Taixuan Sect, and the Wushi Daoist Temple had already been planted full of herbs of every grade. In not many years, his yearly lifespan income would rise, and surpassing his peak would be no difficult matter.
An Xin, Shen Zhen, and the others had also begun entering seclusion to cultivate on their own, while Gu An came outside the Daoist temple every day to teach Yi Xiaoqiang and the other four.
Yi Xiaoqiang and the other four had to climb mountains and ford streams back and forth every day. It had been very hard at first, but after a year of cultivation, they had grown used to it, and even treated this journey as part of their training.
While waiting for them, Gu An was watching Zhen Qin.
Ever since Ye Lan passed away, Zhen Qin had spent years tempering herself outside, encountering one opportunity after another. Unfortunately, she was still about to meet her great limit.
And she was still a very long distance from the Nirvana Realm.
Zhen Qin seemed to have sensed her own Heavenly Mandate, and was preparing to take revenge on Epiphyllum Ghost Mother.
Su Han's death had always been a thorn in Zhen Qin's heart. The reason she had worked so hard to cultivate was also to avenge her senior brother.
"Su Han, ah, Su Han. You thought you meant well, but did you ever think that because of your good intentions, your junior sister would carry hatred for over a thousand years, only resting with death?"
Gu An murmured to himself, sighing over the human heart and fate.
Su Han's corpse had long